This is a song about "Surviving the times"

And i ain't frontin for her

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Surviving the struggle, as i'm maintaining in the rotten jungle//

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

In the hood im well-o over they head sometimes

I'm the definition of the memory from better times,

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

The rest is alright but cant stand the test of the times

All the time with this glock of mines

The world seems strange at times

To real life: large minds abroad the hardship of hard times

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

Reminding me of the bad times

Paper planes, long flights

Relive all the good times

When i get my hands on nines